Spewing forth

It's been a while. A month? Maybe two? I don't even really know. "Where have you been? What have you been doing?" you may ask. Or you may not. But, of course, I shall tell you whether you care to hear or not. Where have I been? Here. I have no life, I have been here. In front of my computer quite often, in fact. Doing what? It certainly hasn't been blogging, or even reading blogs. Well, I am still obsessed with facebook, and am getting back into twitter. Plurk? Well, I couldn't really give a flying fagoozy about plurk. I don't like that karma counting shit. Karma on plurk is rather like who sits at the cool table in high school. It all comes back to high school for me, people. And one does not like to go to places that remind one of not so fondly recalled days.

Anywho, now that I have sewed forth my regular "I've been gone from blogging" crap I shall truly enlighten you (not so much) with how very fascinating (read: uninspiring) my life has been for the past few months.

*We have had two birthdays. Liam turned 13 and 16 days later Taylor turned 14. As my daughter gets older I find myself so fascinated by her. She is tall and thin and oh so smart (but can not explain why she dropped from a 92 to an 80 in French) and she still has the your-mother-is-going-to-give-you-away-to-the-Hutterites attitude that she has had since she was approximately 9 months old. And she is so amazingly self confident. Where does this come from? Not I, that is for certain. She tries out for sports teams and singing contests, not worrying whether she will make it or not. I never tried out for anything for fear of failure, not even soccer when the teacher who was coaching the team asked me to try out. So she fascinates me. Polar opposites, her and I. And as she ages, we are getting along better. I like her. I couldn't always say that.

And Liam is Liam. He's 13. Who the hell likes 13 year olds? How many times can one tell a teenage boy to pull up his pants and brush his teeth so-I-don't-waste-$7000-on-braces-for-nothing before one starts banging one's head against the wall?

Why must I keep referring to myself as 'one'?

*There was recently a murder at a bar 2 blocks away from my house. I have complained about this bar to the city before, that due to the smoking bylaw drunk old men stand outside the doors at 4 pm and catcall to teen girls walking to the store and parents picking their children up from the daycare right next door. So when I called my city councillor's office the Monday after the murder, Doug, the fella in the office said "I've been expecting your call." So finally I am not the only one calling and complaining about this bar. In April there is a community league meeting that city representaitves will attend and it is my hope that the bar will end up shut down. When you can't send your teens up the road on their own, there's a pretty big problem. I had way more to say about that once upon a time, but who wanted to open the blog and write about it? Now it just sounds lame, but I can't be arsed to delete.

*We have so far in this New Year, experienced financial woes like never before. Thank God we have no credit card debt because we would be seriously fucked. As it is, I have been receiving notifications from my 3 utility companies with the dreaded "PAY NOW!" in big black letters. Christmas just killed us, normally I spend January catching up but here it is the middle of March and I am only now seeing the light at the end of the bills. It was so bad that when I suggested to William that maybe I should get a full time job he didn't even say "No way, not a chance, I'm not having strangers looking after my girls!" He said "Maybe that would be a good idea." ACK! Friday he gets his paycheque and he calls me and says that maybe I do need to look into that full time job. His paycheque is hideously small. Disgusting. He goes into work and pretty much says to them "I absolutely can not support my family on this, I'm going to have to look for another job." And so they offered him a $12 an hour raise. This is going to make a huge difference to us. They even gave him a cheque today that was a week's retro pay. Things are definitely looking up. It even makes the fact that my Chil.d T@x Bene.fit is going down by $350 a month not look so bad.

*And my two little ones? They are a post in themselves. And one day? I'm going to have to post about them. Until then, I am totally missing How I Met Your Mother.